“They were little angels.” “You’re kids are awesome!” “I’d love to babysit again sometime.” As you can imagine, it’s very nice to hear these things from a babysitter when we arrive home from an evening out!
But are you like me? Do you ever think, “Hmmm…little angels? Really? Sure, they’re cute, but I’m not sure I’d use that phrase to describe my children!”
Last night we arrived home from a fantastic, formal Valentine’s Dinner at our church, (oh, it was so much fun to get all jazzed up!) to find our 12-year-old babysitter peacefully playing with the LiteBrite with all three children! The four of them were taking turns putting a peg in. Elijah and Zeke jumped up when they saw us, and excitedly led us to their room, which we discovered had been completely cleaned up! Wow!
So, I’m wondering…”Why is it, that a 12-year-old girl seems to have better control over my kids than even I do sometimes?” I’m sure all you parents out there know the answer to that question, as do I. It embarrasses me to say that I can’t remember the last time I set aside four hours, and just played with my kids! Eeek! My kids are “little angels” for babysitters, because they get 100%, undivided attention from them while they’re here!
Of course, it’s unrealistic for me to do that all the time…where would we get clean underwear, or supper? However, I do need to keep perspective, and remember that it is more than OK to sit down in the middle of a complete mess when Zeke and Noah want me to help them build a traintrack! I’m learning – albeit slowly – but I am learning.
Yesterday, while backing out of my parking spot in the parking lot of Zeke’s preschool, the driver directly opposite me was also backing his vehicle out of his parking spot. The result: quite a bit of damage done to our minivan, none to his SUV. 
